The Loving Husband

he lounges
in our house
imperious and demanding
like a walrus
he imagines I care
what he says

I do not

mostly, I ignore his
bleating, his over-inflated
ego, his demands

it has become a game
to me
I try to enjoy
whenever possible

I do not

the rules are
continuously changing
it’s hard to keep up, so

I do not

love is not static
but this was never
love to him
he was too fond of
mocking me when I
would tell him I loved
him, so now

I do not

goo goo g’joob
indeed

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